1400 years since.
Hundred years ago!
Who is the poet, remember that you were in awe of us,
A hundred years ago
Dhoyani go, mystery-Dulal!
Utii 'vein' before your eyes
When el far hidden?
We are our ultimate destroyers
You are scattered in the window, O mysterious dreamer,
In the spring with the fragrance of the spring,
After hundreds of years your poetry reads in the night.
Neharele pain-bright eye-down,
Anemna butterfly silent wings
When indifferent, back slowly.
Aji Moura hundred years later
Youth-pang-ranga is your poetry
I love reading ..
The jagor in the sleepy sleeping sleeping
Listen to Priya More.
Oh yes
Repeat open
Southern closed windows,
Gumri gumri kanda Uchaton spring-paban
Pallab in the forest, in mind,
Kabir's tears fell on the more and more fellows and fellows and fellows!
Jiri jhari trembling black nayan-pallab,
Pepe from the mouth of the honey will be pollinated by pollen!
Kopot tangent to the Koboti kapotira kojana
There are young men and women in the family.
Rehia Rahia is still a kind of form
Samir Ucchasabha rise up and forth!
After a hundred years of yours
I read your poems,
Hey Kavindra, full of affection!
Now this madalasa phagun-nishith
Your hint is in your music!
Foursquare, I'm catching you.
Do 'steal
In our twin youth,
In poetry, in song, in the middle of the sky, in the colorful dreams.
The blood-rage as many of today's flower-breathing songs
O my dear childhood poets,
Share it!
Aajhi Nava-spring in the morning
Our youth has won the song
Anand Dulal Ogo, O Immortal!
The young young girl is awake today Maulvi Bashar
All the songs were lost in the flowering night--
All her
Once - after 'it again
Priya Gah, I am Gahi, I am with Gahhi Priya Gah
At the end of the song, listen to dreams at half-night
Kood Priya, "Ogo poet ogo friend ogo mo guni-"
Dreams are thami ',
Let's see, friend, come back to the tune of tears in my eyes.
It seems, hundreds of years ago
You wake up - someone else gets up with
What is far away from the sparkle?
In the lolitated region
Your hint of funny songs in the wings of the music
Going on the fly,
Ankhi-water line touches,
Alooq-Kusum is overcome,
Then goes away, you sit alone
Whose eyes are on the dew,
What is the name of the Mukulika or the approval,
Which one or the other seems to have returned again
Secretly
The door was opened,
Today's Spring
It is a hundred years ago that you have embraced the ecosystem
Aji Tabin says that the reason ...!
O poet-Shahan-Shah. You did not see Mora,
The Taj Mahal -
The blink of white blood flashes on the forehead -
Wonderful Moura is so hot,
Curse of youth - "Why do you make a hundred years of late?"
Alas, Mora is today
I did not see the glaze, only to see the Taj!
After a century, O O poet-emperor!
The new poet has done - Tandhi Nandipathath!
The wedding pair is still '
How many new voices have been heard,
He misses you
Nababanu-kunje-shay biksa makes new talk
This is it
Hundreds of rumors are in our house
Nevertheless, you can not be filled with a 'soul'
Twenty-year-old Shanti
It seems, the poet,
Today, we can light the lamps' Robi our Robi!
A hundred years ago
The salutation that you did,
She-salute came back to life
Prammani-Kamal is in the footsteps!
I think, come in the form of imperfection
The whole of us quietly silently
This impatience of the voice of the impertinent voice
Yours is the spring of Gothi in the spring-house--
You are hundred years later!
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Do people still read poems like before
do we still write like before
can we still encode messages in metaphors
to bring people down on fours